Malcolm followed Hiro, watching the sun set with a wary gaze. Hiro then decided to make camp, and Malcolm was inwardly grateful. He was tired, and truly didn’t like staying out at night.
He gave a noncommittal grunt to Hiro’s comment, watching him build a shelter. His eyes then locked on the red flash from Hiro’s spine and when he fell, Malcolm took a step forward. He rose an eyebrow at his own movement, bewildered.